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CHAPTER 31: "I'll always be your best friend."

CHAPTER 31: "I'll always be your best friend."

"Get your shit together, (YN)." Justin whispered as I got up from the pavement where I passed out. "People are starting to recognize me!"

My vision was still a bit blurry but I managed to collect myself. "Sorry." I muttered.

Justin helped me get up and we rushed back to the parking lot. He almost carried me as he ran like a wild animal.

We were both panting when we got to his car.

"Fuck!" He blurted.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pass out." I managed to say in between breaths.

"I'm not mad at you, okay? I just don't like how that fucking piece of shit still affects you after all these years." Justin said, slamming a fist on his car. I jumped at the sound of it.

"Sorry." He whispered. I only nodded to tell him it was alright.

To say that the drive to Justin's house was awkward as fuck is an understatement. We never said a word to each other, let alone stare at one another.

Whenever Justin put his heart up on his sleeve, everything just got so awkward. I still couldn't stand it when other people but Nash showed affection towards me. I hated myself for that. When was I going to move on? Nash obviously had. The way him and Kylie kissed like they never cared about any other person in the room told me how Nash had already moved on.

I missed his lips.

I missed everything about Nash.

Did he really ever love me?

I was going insane.

Tears started to stream down my face. I whimpered in pain of realization that I was never, in my existence, going to get over Nash.

The car slowly halted in front of Justin's house. He let out a sigh and leaned his head on the steering wheel right above his knuckles.

"When will you stop?" He said in a voice so soft I almost didn't hear.

I remained my gaze on the window pane, not even bothering to look at him. "Stop what, Justin?" I asked.

From my peripheral view, I can see his hands gripping the steering wheel hard. "When will you stop hurting yourself?"

I cried even harder because I had no idea what to say.

He leaned back on his seat and sighed yet again. "I love you, you know." I heard his voice crack. "I've never dumbed myself down for a woman before, (YN). If I feel that I'll never have a chance with them, I usually stop. But with you, it's different. Every night when you're in my house I can hear you cry yourself to sleep because of that motherfucker yet I still love you. Hell, it even doubles cos I just wanna take care of that weak fuck heart of yours."

I covered my face with my hands. I was so ashamed of myself. How could I have been so insensitive towards Justin? He had been nothing but good to me yet I never even gave him the chance. I was always all about Nash Nash Nash and I knew it was sickening for him.

"(YN), I know how it feels to lose someone. I know it's hard. Trust me, I've been there. And it frustrates me so much, sooo much, how I can never make you feel happy no matter what I do."

And for the first time in years, I saw Justin Bieber cry.

It was such a painful sight. Knowing him, being the fun bad ass that he was, it was so painful to hear and see.

"Justin.." I said, stroking his arms. "Justin I'm sorry."

He shook his head gently. "Nah.. Don't be."

"Justin, look at me." I told him and I gently cupped my hands around his face. His tear-swollen face was finally exposed to me. Despite the bags under his eyes that were already starting to grow, Justin was still the most good looking man I've ever seen in my life. "Don't cry. It's unbearable."

He held my hands that were still on his face. "I'm okay. You know me."

I wiped his tears with my fingers and he giggled in his beautiful baritone as I did. "That tickles."

"You cried." I pinched his nose.

"Yeah." He chuckled. "It's funny how we were supposed to have kinky sex in the movie theatre but ended up crying in my car."

We both laughed boisterously.

"Hey, I have something to tell you." Justin said. I nodded to let him continue. "Things have obviously took turn and I don't wanna shock you about what could possibly happen but I've planned a surprise party for you. I wasn't going to tell you in the first place but since Kylie's invited, Nash might be there."

I felt my heart drop.

"I understand." I told him.

"Look, just tell me if you're not ready to face him. I can always cancel the party." He held my hands.

"Justin, don't. This party probably cost you a fortune already."

He huffed in response. "It's nothing to me. I just wanna make you feel special. Your mom and I planned this so act surprised later okay? She will be so pissed if she knew I messed up the surprise."

"Mom's going to be at the party?" I asked, happily.

Justin gently pinched my cheek. "Yes, cutie. But only for the early part. She said I can take care of you when you're shitfaced, and besides, she doesn't wanna ruin the party of the 'young' as she put it."

"Justin, I really don't know how to thank you. First the car and now this. I feel like I'm your wife."

Justin closed his eyes and sighed. "You'll never be my wife, let's face it. But... I'll always be your best friend."

And with that, I started to cry like a bitch again. I felt like such a bad person. What was I fucking doing? If only I could push my heart to love Justin instead of Nash, I would've.

Justin was one of the most amazing people I've ever met. Why the fuck was it so hard to rid Nash out of my system after all these years?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just a filler chapter y'all before the party! ;)